#aeronasks

send me 🔳 for my muse to give yours a nickname in my muse’s first language.

"Hows that sound?"

your muse has put a spell on mine !  send a symbol to make my muse: bonus: add 💥 for the spell to backfire and affect both our muses !

Asher woke up, feeling terror in his chest as another night of his mind torturing him to replace the absence of his brothers not, had passed. Panting for a moment, he blinked as his long pitch black hair fell onto his face, staring around the dorm room. Finally, taking in a deep breath and letting it out a moment later, he moved to get up. The end of his hair slipping from the bed as he walked forward, falling tail like onto the floor as he moved to go get ready.

Later, as he walked down the hallway, the smaller than the rest of his classmates young teenager walked toward one of his classes, squeezing passed a few schoolmates who stepped on his hair "Ow- Ow...Ow..." Asher mumbled, shoving some people out of his way, he did hear a few sorry's follow his hair getting stepped on. He didn't exactly have anything to put the hair up, he barely even had clothing that didn't have holes in it or looked anywhere near new. Finally he came to a class he was attending "Spell casting...My favorite."

Opening the door, he peaked into the room, seeing only a few other teenagers chattering inside, some he recognized. Others he didn't, the school was pretty big, and there were a lot of students at one time. Lifting his hair onto his left arm he walked inside and looked for a seat "Aeron can't you do anything else but bitch about things?" He asked as he walked in on the other ...well, bitching about something "Maybe you should practice being quiet, since you can't cast a spell properly." Shrugging Asher dropped his hand, letting his hair slide down from where it was resting on his arm, to the floor.

Send “Not you again” for my muse’s reaction

Pausing as he was approaching the other, he frowned, not sure where that outburst came from, or really why. His eyes narrow for a moment as he feels a bit irritated actually, by that "Well fine. I'll just take the snack someone wanted me to drop off with you, and eat it. If you're going to act like that." Sasha turned away then and started to walk away from the other.

send me 🔳 for my muse to give yours a nickname in my muse’s first language.

Send 🔪 to walk in on my muse standing over a dead body.

Panting, his shoulders rose and fell as he tried to steady himself, the room was a mess, and he looked like he had just been thrown into the washing machine for a couple of runs. But the other guy looked worse. Narrowing his eyes on them, he shifted before moving to give them a swift kick in the face. Hearing a noise he looked over toward the doorway to the bedroom finding Aeron standing in it "I'll tell you more about...that. In a bit-" Moving toward the window he inspected where the now corpse laying in the middle of the room had gotten in at "I seen this-before-" Adom shut the window before pulling down the shade turning to look at Aeron "Aeron...don't-look at me like that-"

Send 👻 for your muse to see my muse’s ghost

Sitting up, Adom gasped, but he felt like his lungs hadn't taken in any air. But it was automatic to what was happening. When he had calmed down, he realized something was strange. Moving to stand he looked around, there was definitely something very wrong going on. Thinking back for the time being, he placed his hand on his head, the last thing he could remember was pain, and flashing lights.

The sky, then the ceiling of a building, maybe a hospital, he decided. But that's not where he was waking up, now. Standing in his bedroom, not in pain, his mind completely clear. But he felt like he was in a bit of shock "It's fine...it's fine, yeah." He just needed to have a drink, that would make it better. Moving out of the bedroom he quickly made his way down the stairs toward the bottom floor of the house.

send in ⚔️ for sender’s muse to attack receiver’s muse.

Graydon turned his head uncomfortably toward one side, his neck cracking. His skin wasn't it's normal clear, smoothness. It was now covered in blisters and open sores. There was something distinctly off about him entirely, which the other had so clearly picked up on it seemed. As they moved in to attack him he lift his right hand, grabbing the sword with it, black blood mixed with red blooming from the younger males palm as the sharp edge tore into his skin, corruption and red blood spiraled down Graydon's arm before he took his left hand, pulling it back for a moment and then sent it deep into the others gut with a powerful punch. ".ʇɐɥʇ ภɐɥʇ ɹǝʇʇǝ๒ ʇ๏ɭ ɐ ๏๔ ๏ʇ ǝʌɐɥ ๏ʇ ƃภᴉ๏ƃ ǝɹ'ภ๏⅄"

Send 🎈 for our muses to attend the same party

Adom walked in, staring at all the 'decorations', he wondered why they needed an authentic smell to them "I love the guts and other organs strung up. Look at these Aeron..." Grabbing onto a strand of intestine, he observed it more closely "Looks really authentic. Someone went out of their way." Letting the decoration go he reached out to whip his hands on something else "A little over board with the fake blood though. Anyway, I spot the candy!" Pointing, he started toward the table.